Chapter 193: You still know how to show up?

Su Mingyan seemed determined to drag Huo Jingcheng along, not letting him go find Su Ruoyun.

After dinner, he arranged a drinking session, and by the time it ended, it was nearly eleven o'clock.

Huo Jingcheng had been forced to drink quite a bit; one had to drink when the future brother-in-law poured.

Assistant Lin Cheng sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to glance at Huo Jingcheng in the back row.

He saw him with his eyes closed, feigning sleep, his distinct, bony fingers resting on his temples, rubbing his swollen pressure points from time to time, while the heavy scent of alcohol permeated the enclosed car cabin.

"Mr. Huo, are we returning to Xiyuan?"

Huo Jingcheng gave the address of Su Ruoyun's apartment in a deep voice, turning his head to look out the car window at the sparse lights remaining among the high-rise buildings.

Taking advantage of the deepening night, he crept into Su Ruoyun's bed in the dark.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Su Ruoyun felt another person behind her. At first, she was startled, but the familiar scent of ebony and agarwood she smelled soon put her at ease.

She turned over and burrowed into Huo Jingcheng's arms, muttering softly, "You still know how to show up?"

……

Winter departed and spring arrived; it was midsummer once again.

The sky over Sijiucheng was as dry as ever, clear and bright.

In July, Su Ruoyun went abroad for an exchange with the Central Chinese Folk Music Ensemble, coinciding with the anniversary of diplomatic relations between certain Asian and European countries.

The night before she left, Su Ruoyun sat cross-legged on the short sofa chair in the walk-in closet, watching Huo Jingcheng pack her suitcase.

"How long will you be gone this time?" Huo Jingcheng asked while placing a shirt into the open suitcase.

In truth, Li Ayi had already helped pack the main items; he was simply arranging the clothes neatly into the case and organizing her undergarments.

Su Ruoyun rested her chin on one hand, pondering. She wasn't sure either, so she could only give an approximate time, "A little over half a month."

Ever since she opened the Tea House, her time hadn't been very free. She had been in the country for the past few months and hadn't been abroad for a long time.

"Going abroad to play, seeing men with blonde hair and blue eyes—are you very happy?" Huo Jingcheng asked, clenching his back molars as he saw through her excitement.

The French crystal chandelier in the walk-in closet emitted a soft glow, illuminating his jealous face completely, leaving not a single tiny change in expression anywhere to hide.

Su Ruoyun suppressed a laugh, turning her head away and feigning coyness, saying, "What 'play'? That's called an exchange—a cultural exchange between China and abroad."

"You vulgar creature who only knows how to make money."

Although he said this, she still leaned her lips over and kissed Huo Jingcheng on the side of his face, soothing his jealous heart.

Huo Jingcheng was not satisfied with this; hooking her waist, he pulled Su Ruoyun off the sofa chair.

Su Ruoyun had no defenses and fell straight forward onto him, sitting astride his lap. The tight, seamless contact made both of their breathing grow slightly heavy.

Her smooth black hair slid down from her shoulders, and a faint, cool scent of gardenia slowly diffused between their noses.

The luxurious and vintage dark blue curtains, with their intricate patterns, were held up by small hooks and drawn together casually.

The bright moonlight from outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains, dappling her delicate face. Her clear skin looked like white, smooth porcelain, coated with a layer of cool light, making it appear even more translucent.

Huo Jingcheng's massive frame was pinned beneath Su Ruoyun, placing him in the lower position, his pitch-black pupils reflecting her small face.

"What are you doing?"

His expression inexplicably made Su Ruoyun feel a sense of danger; her two hands crossed unconsciously to block the area just below her collarbone.

Huo Jingcheng hooked a strand of her hair, twisting it finely between his fingertips, raising his eyebrows leisurely with a hint of flirtatiousness, his voice low and resonant: "Letting your boyfriend have a full meal."

She needed to go for a little over half a month, so he would have to abstain for a little over half a month.

As soon as these words were out, Su Ruoyun immediately slipped off him, scurrying through the walk-in closet like a panicked rabbit.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingcheng had anticipated this; with one long arm stretched out, he pulled her back by the waist, the muscles in his arm flowing and distinct.

Su Ruoyun fell into his warm embrace, her bottom still sitting on one of his thighs.

She couldn't help but tremble, her left hand weakly pressing against his forearm, "Don't..."

The "full meal" he spoke of meant she would have to "die" several times over.

But one cannot stop a "hungry wolf in sheep's clothing," or simply, a "lecher."

The "lecher" nuzzled into her sensitive neck, sniffing everywhere like a real wolf.

The night was thick and harmonious; the man's high-bridged nose pressed against her slender collarbone, and the scent of his body enveloped her completely.

Kissing her, he impatiently took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, pressing his whole body forward, his large hands supporting him on either side of her, shrouding Su Ruoyun in an aggressive posture.

After one kiss, Huo Jingcheng pulled his head back slightly. Taking the opportunity to catch her breath, Su Ruoyun tried to escape, turning over and crawling, crawling, crawling on the carpet.

But before she had crawled more than a few steps, Huo Jingcheng grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.

"Back to the bedroom."

Huo Jingcheng looked at her with composure, leaning down to bring his face close to hers. As their eyes met, he uttered two words in a lingering, tangled tone: "Beg me."

Su Ruoyun couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed his lean, powerful wrist, biting down on his index finger.

Her canine teeth were sharp; biting him felt like a furious tiger cub, treating his distinct finger bones like a child's teething ring.

A sound of pain rang in his ear: "Hiss."

A clear bite mark remained on his index finger; Huo Jingcheng narrowed his black eyes and looked at her.

Su Ruoyun glared back at him, refusing to be outdone: "What are you looking at?"

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng curled his lips into a smile and said something suggestive: "Since you're so good at biting, let's go somewhere else and bite some more."

Su Ruoyun cursed him: "You big pervert."

Huo Jingcheng immediately scooped her up horizontally, his powerful arms hooked under the backs of her knees, and carried her all the way back to the bedroom.

……

A messy affair, full of absurdity, only stopping when it was nearly dawn.

……

The next day, a sliver of bright light penetrated the dark blue curtains.

Her legs went soft, and her knees uncontrollably knelt straight onto the soft carpet, making a dull thud.

Su Ruoyun pressed her right hand onto the solid wood nightstand, her fingertips turning slightly white, unable to stand up at all.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng threw off the quilt, stepped out with his long legs, and pinched Su Ruoyun under the armpits, carrying her back to the bed like a child.

He let her sit obediently on the bed while he went to the walk-in closet, picked out a beautiful outfit for her, and meticulously helped her put on her clothes.

Throughout the process, Su Ruoyun was like a dried-up dead fish, having been ruthlessly drained of all moisture the previous night.

Huo Jingcheng was amused by her expression, leaning in to kiss her, and lingered for a long time, nearly missing the flight.

He drove Su Ruoyun to the airport. At the moment of parting, he didn't get a kiss, but instead received a not-so-small eye-roll from her.

?? That word "vulgar creature" has no ambiguous meaning; it just fits the content (highlighted).

? Marriage proposal in the next chapter. ===== CHAPTER 194 =====